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Come Winter
When will it be that it’s my time to go?
I see all the signs in the air.
Must I wait through storms til there’s nothing but snow,
or is there a milder path there?
When I was young, I never spent time
nor took any thought just to sit by and think.
I guess there was no need when weather was fine,
but seasons have passed in a blink.
But somehow there’s comfort her...
Saturday 24th February 2024 7:44 pm
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